And what about those guys? Is it wrong for them to be ugly? Don't they have the right to like someone?
I looked at her with a sneer. While those men who judge by appearance are certainly disgusting, in other respects, I think she deserved it. People were helping her and she even made a mistake.
That's what I thought, and that's what I said.
"The weak certainly deserve sympathy, but you deserve it! You brought it on yourself!"
She looked at me with a cold smile, not angry, but her behavior invariably showed that she was a madwoman, a madwoman with a mental illness.
The thing that followed her, which she called a system, led me into a realistic novel she had written based on her own experiences. If I went against the plot, I would die, vanish into thin air, and have nothing left.
I think I know why this madwoman did this. It's because no one in this world has ever understood her, and she desperately wants someone's approval.
I don't think I'll ever agree with her.
When I woke up, I was in a very crowded and strange house, with a memory in my mind that was not mine at all, and a dark, horned evil system was beside me.
He stared straight at me.
Fortunately, thanks to that memory, I quickly learned about everything in this world.
They just couldn't accept this body—a body that was ridiculously weak, emaciated, covered in bruises, with rough hands and dry, yellow hair, and without a trace of spiritual power.
The room was dark, an old two-bedroom apartment.
A disheveled, drunken middle-aged man was lying on the sofa in the living room. The whole room reeked of mold and alcohol, making me want to vomit.
There was a mirror in the bathroom, and through it I saw the face she loathed. It was plain and unremarkable, but not ugly either; just ordinary, the kind of face you wouldn't notice in a crowd.
The only thing that should make people feel bad is this family, right?
After experiencing it firsthand, I found it even harder to agree with her. Wasn't it her own family that caused all this? What does it have to do with her classmates, friends, and strangers?
Looking at that system, I've come to understand what kind of existence it is from this world.
"You're following her because you want good fortune, right? I can give you that too."
I looked at the system, making no attempt to hide my calculations.
"Everything she has now is given to her by you, isn't it? By all accounts, you should be her master. Yes, but why do you obey her so obediently? It's a transaction between you. I don't want that. I'm willing to let you use me. The luck she has to get to where she is now is also considerable. I can give you all of that."
"I am willing to be your tool."
The system finally reacted.
"good."
The system relented, which relieved me.
This is a chance for me to live again, how could I let them manipulate me?
I'm not going to be an idiot like her, doing nothing and just waiting for others to pity me.
I'm only eight years old here. There are no security cameras here, and the neighbors all know about the violence of this drunk man on the sofa. He's beaten me when he's drunk more than once or twice.
Besides, he hit me again today, so this is an opportunity.
I found a plastic bag in the drawer in the living room and also took a fruit knife. I know very well which parts of the human body, when injured and bleeding, will not kill you immediately.
I pictured him making the move, grabbed the knife, and stabbed myself in several places, drawing a lot of blood. Then I smeared the blood on his hand, placed the knife in his hand, and squeezed it tightly in his hand.
I took the plastic bag off and put it over the trash can.
Then, while shouting for help, I ran out. The neighbors all came out and looked at me curiously. I felt relieved and fell down in the corridor. I grabbed a man's trouser leg, looked up at his face with fear and despair, and shouted, "Help...help me..."
Then, relieved, she fainted.
I woke up again in the hospital, and the police were right in front of my bed. They asked me in a gentle voice what had happened that day.
I clutched the hospital's white blanket, tears streaming down my face, trembling uncontrollably as if I were remembering something terrible: "Dad wants to kill me... Dad wants to kill me..."
The policeman shook his head as he looked at my broken, frightened, and terrified state.
After that, they didn't come again. Instead, someone from the community came and told me that the person had gone to jail, and that I would be sent to an orphanage. As for the house, the police helped me with the paperwork and registered it in my name.
The way those people looked at me was full of pity and sympathy, but I didn't care. I just looked at them with fear and unease.
The system looked at me and smiled wickedly: "Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect you to have this side to you."
I looked at it expressionlessly: "What else? Are you going to wait for others' pity like that good-for-nothing?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, I'm starting to get interested in you." The system looked at me, and in the next instant, it transformed into a person, a man with long hair, red eyes, and an eerie yet extremely evil appearance.
I was stunned.
"You...you're a person?!"
“No.” He squinted at me, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
"Do you want to know about your fifth junior sister?"
I nodded.
The next moment, I saw the figure of my fifth junior sister. She killed Xia Wanqing and then ascended to the upper realm in just a few decades. During this time, Kong Qing was spying on them and trying to change everything.
However, she failed.
Fifth Junior Sister successfully escaped the crystal mine, but the system no longer responded to her, even though it was still by her side.
but……
You can tell that the other system is different from this one; this one seems to be his true form.
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